2201_1249 Blowing Snow II
Part II of "Blowing Snow" - and I think I'll move on to something different tomorrow. This image - and yesterday's - adequately conveys the look and feel of that day, when a relentless wind blew snow through the prairie dog town. In its harshest version, this land doesn't look habitable; I think the prairie dogs would agree. Not a creature was stirring that day. Only me. And I made this shot from the rolling red Toyota blind, on the leeward side: this stuff was blowing away from me, not toward me.
As I mentioned yesterday, this isn't film grain or digital noise; it's billions of snow granules, being hurled by the wind, about a foot off the ground. We see this every winter, but it was especially dramatic that day. Unfit for man and beast alike.
In retrospect, I'm glad I made the effort to salvage something interesting from a brutal day when my favourite park turned into a lunar landscape for five or six hours. In another three months it will be benign, green, alive with fresh grasses and flowers and chirping birds. Hard to believe.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
2201_1249 Blowing Snow II
Part II of "Blowing Snow" - and I think I'll move on to something different tomorrow. This image - and yesterday's - adequately conveys the look and feel of that day, when a relentless wind blew snow through the prairie dog town. In its harshest version, this land doesn't look habitable; I think the prairie dogs would agree. Not a creature was stirring that day. Only me. And I made this shot from the rolling red Toyota blind, on the leeward side: this stuff was blowing away from me, not toward me.
As I mentioned yesterday, this isn't film grain or digital noise; it's billions of snow granules, being hurled by the wind, about a foot off the ground. We see this every winter, but it was especially dramatic that day. Unfit for man and beast alike.
In retrospect, I'm glad I made the effort to salvage something interesting from a brutal day when my favourite park turned into a lunar landscape for five or six hours. In another three months it will be benign, green, alive with fresh grasses and flowers and chirping birds. Hard to believe.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.